I am new to this gendre, but not to being a senior, with moments.
I am new to this gendre, but not to being a senior, with moments.
Well here is the latest insert into the ‘fun’ of coping with the economic conditions of the day: On Monday mornings the supermarkets put a section of less than freshly cut pieces of meat into the discount section of their coolers. A reduction from 20% to 30% in cost, a considerable savings when you are shopping for the week or even the month. Family packs are especially vulnerable and handy if you follow the procedure now being listed. As a senior on a fixed and may I add slowly shrinking budget, this is vital to say the least. Find the tall open single shelves at the end of the aisles that advertise close-outs or discontinued items. Many a bargain have been picked from that particular rack or racks. Since the single, sans companion nowadays, mealtime consumption forces the creative course (pun indeed intended), the use of a crock-pot for cooking a large meal to be divided into a weekly repast. That is, I make sure that the pot contains enough for week’s worth of dining. The advent of the freezer containers, my life has been simplified. On the weekend I prepare an enormous container of main dining along with a salad and dessert. The salad is also going to be proportioned out for each meal. The dessert follows suit. This group suffices for the evening repast, the luncheon has a similar bent-large mini-type meal also divided into the week’s consumption. Breakfast is varied, one set of two days goes for hot breakfasts, consequently oatmeal, and it’s relatives, two days for power-drinks, two days for waffles or pancakes (whatever mood I am in ) and the full blown delight on the last day-eggs, toast, O.J., bacon (or it’s substitutes). Sometimes I alternate the series, but basically the routine food choices are established. If a sale or discounted items comes along I cheerfully switch. In the frozen aisle once I located a closeout on a seldom purchased gourmet breakfast meal and grabbed a few samples. (Oh, what fools these mortals be, to quote a famous author, turned out to be quite a find. Alas, a time of fine eating was quick and enjoyed to the ‘nth’ degree.) The outlet stores for bakery giants are located everywhere in the city, there, less than daily baked freshly wrapped goodies can be obtained for a fraction, and when thrown into the freezer (properly installed in a large freezer container, of course) can later be used and devoured with gusto, no trace of staleness detected. Canned goods have a monthly sale attached to them, read the papers or go online to see the specials offered (usually as come-ons in ads for the grocery chains tempting you to shop with them then once inside plying you with the rest of their usual offerings)
Tomorrow the start of recipes to stretch your budget until Lincoln screams, but you will eat heartily. Bon Chance and happy shopping.
The economic atmosphere of today is the most critical it has been since my mother’s own Depression days. We live with the uncertainty of whence our monetary means, whether it will be cut off, reduced or at the whim of a few ‘well meaning’ few. Having been raised with prudence and reserve instilled inside of my existence due to the upbringing of my aforementioned role model mothers I have been able to weather the stormy ups and downs of the situation we all face as seniors. Therefore, I have come to the conclusion that we, the ever growing and expanding ‘power group’ should resolve to find the solution ourselves- a blog to inform, exchange and enlighten! Since food is topmost on our list, so to speak, and I shall list weekly receipes, places to shop that are having sales, best times of day and/or week day to shop, how to reduce or expand the said list of ingredients, how to get the most out of your dollar (or is it down to 20 cents value by now? lol), freezer tips, food drying tips, etc. We will have fun doing such, a laugh or two, perhaps and endure the condictions in which we live. Check back daily to see the inserts and information added. Bon Apetite!
I worked all my life to come to this point in my existance: senior. I am also a widow, which has given me a new perspective on being alone in this wide, wide world of being alive. I fought tooth and nail, kicking and screaming to resist the present century of newness: the computer wise world. My dear brother tried to introduce me to this wonder, that obviously I have embraced. Well, sort of. My friends, counting on one hand and daily now, have somewhat resisted. Out of all of them, including the much younger generations than the first group, students turned friends, etc. one is savy to the possibilities, I have adventured (needless to say ) into the world of electronic sales(?). My skills as an artist from my past employment(s) included the use of pen and ink, watercolour paint, acrylics (using the old-fashioned brush strokes), constructing and decorating stage sets (i.e. painting the scrims, floorings, thus whatever you saw when the curtain rose: backdrops, stretched canvas, furniture, props, and so forth) and the playwriting of the various scripts thereof. I designed the ‘canvas’ that brought the stories to the audience, set the mood, gave the viewer ‘something to remember, to digest, and hopefully enjoy’. All of the scripts were hammered out on the typewriters with paper and ribbon, remember those instruments youngsters, that which had preceeded the computer, however the same keyboard is still, thank goodness, being utilized today. Now I have the ‘power'(?) of the vast, worldly wise internet to expose them to my thoughts, creations, worries, hopes, disappointments and successes (here’s wishing more). If my feeble struggle to endorse this medium falls short, forgive me, as I stated in the first statement, I am a ‘newbie’, I believe the term is appropriate here.
I started out with internet names, Aol and Yahoo, have two separate tags, as I said my brother gave me one and a ‘friend’ alotted this second one. I am a social triumph by now, whizzing through the countless territory of what the search engines afforded me. Albeit, I love the effectiveness of the sites that come to my beck and call, research has become a dream come true, youngsters do not realize what Libraries were used for in the ‘Dark Ages’? This reminds me of what the 18th century people did when they were introduced to the archaic, dare I utter the word, Dictionary? Entire avenues opened before their eyes. Pilgrims progress so to speak. New lands to conquer, fight over and people to surpass. All this has a price, of course, for some the widening areas also meant personal freedoms such as we knew were to be sacrificed- the sacrosanct of privacy whittled away.
When I suddenly found myself alone, that is to speak to be widowed, I was lost. Retiremenet years were sought after for ‘us’ to enjoy together, alas, it was not to be. My social groupings dwindled rapidly, as a single woman now, I seemed to pose a threat to the few ‘couples’ that I knew with my husband. I became a ‘third wheel, an odd demonination at a invitation, or an awkward position not easily overcome’. However, due to unforeseen circumstances, a dear friend of ours had lost her ‘lovely husband’ just months prior to my loss and we together clung to each other for the socialization we were used to. Realizing that few had our ‘experience’ with the unthinkable now, we fortified the feelings and verbalized them to rationalize them to ourselves. She too, had ‘friends’ drop her like a ‘sour note’ in an orchestra of melodious sounds, we co-ordinated our grief and cleared our pain. That’s when the new idea was conceived: return to the talents that I had used earlier-Draw and Write. The fresh approach to old gifts once more challenged my senses, could I use the 21st century device to open up onto a different audience?
The creative modes of using actual instruments, not the mechanical device attached to the nemesis-my computer, would be superior in my way of thinking. The feel of a pen or pencil or even a brush wielded by my own deliberate hand gave a certain joy to my creative soul. Consequently, I placed my few examples, although not entirely convinced was I that the up and coming market would hold promise online, to be more exact, Imagekind website. Afterall, this was an experiment, to test the attitude and feasiblity of such an enterprise on my part. New methods of execution to, the term ‘post’ was and still is a curious terminology, secure a site from which to release my artwork in their various modes :prints, giclees, wrapped canvases, and posters. DVD, USB these were unfamiliar items, but soon became a necessary ‘evil’ in order to support my test. The test is ongoing as I write this ‘blog’. Then, the next conquest was eyed and a goal set : Publish!
I had so many ideas and stories yet still inside, I had volunteered at a pre-school evironment, and read to even younger students. They were captivated by what and how I interpreted that they actually encouraged me to pick up the ‘writen story’ once more, the ‘tell us a story’ became my favorite duty, not a chore. I wove tales of heroes, not unlike themselves, made their everyday worries and triumphs sound appealing. They listened to anedotes and learned lessons, albeit disguised. My own pleasure came from their attentions, yes the computer and television raised children were actually following along using their own , dare I utter it, imagination! Following this happenstance, I began to write again. Publishing these and many other genre online. Using Smashwords vehicle I gave ‘birth’ to yet another career (?), the pains of bringing forth life to these ebooks are still felt, now.
In summary, I wonder how many other people such as myself, have turned their ‘golden years’ around as I have tried and sought a fresh look at life or the loss, heaven forbid like my own, and/or became a senior searching for new avenues to persue. I would love to ‘hear’ from those who have/had similar situations.
Follow a dancing protege in Classical Ballet, Jazz, Broadway Musicals from 1900 through 1920. Annie goes on European tour w/musical only to find herself in the enemy attack at the start of WW1, disguised to avoid capture she flees to the French/Spanish coast, along the route meets, falls in love, marries and then is suddenly widowed only to find herself expecting, tries to flee to her in-laws, they turn her away she goes to America only to land amongst the Spanish Flu epidemic. For details go to www.smashwords.com/profile/view/cheryllee523.